Post by Oblivion Death Squad on Aug 15, 2022 19:43:48 GMT -5
'Yjet e errët! Fundi është afër, koha po vjen! Harresa të ka thirrur emrin!' roared a voice in the darkness.
'Boshllëku ka pëshpëritur emrin tuaj dhe ne shërbëtorët e tij do t'ju dërgojmë në Errësirën e zbrazët!' snarled another voice.
And then a lantern was sat down on a worn stone jutting from the sandy earh, and it's dim glow revealed the cold pretty features of the woman known as the Baroness. She sniffed, shaking her hair back from her face as her eyes narrowed slightly. A gloved hand lifted, and the two hulking figures of the Oblivion Death Squad stepped forward into the light. Mormo had a shovel across his broad shoulder, and Moloch had a chain wrapped around his fist. Their masked faces stared at the camera, and Sinclair glanced around before she shrugged.
'Commandrix, Commandrix, Commandrix. You sent your beloved Terminatrix over to issue a challenge to war! And I promise you that despite your best efforts, despite your empty words I will once again leave you laying on the ground! I will once again leave you a broken and bloody heap, and this war? This little thing between you and I? It will be over as I leave you and your precious Dark Stars buried somewhere in the wastes of the Outback.'
Sinclair smirked, and she glanced around the old cemetary which seemed to be at the edge of some old crumbling Outback town. Her eyes narrowed, and she leaned against the worn stone before she continued.
'You see after I end this war, after I prove once and for all that I am the greatest woman in this company! That the Baroness has no rivals, because I am the Apprentice of the Scourge, I stand at the Right Hand of the Great Dark! I will take the Oblivion Death Squad, and I will do what you have failed to do time, and time, and time again! And that is I will take what is rightfully ours from those riffraff, the Bastards! And then the real war will begin because one by one the titles of the W:UK will fall into the hands of their rightful masters.'
A pause.
'Donzig-gun.'
Mormo growled, and he slammed his fist against his chest. Moloch nodded, hissing as he stepped closer to the camera. And Sinclair smirked, laughing that musical laugh of hers as she brushed her hair back.
'You see? Your boys? The Dark Stars? The former Kings of the North? They have grown soft, Commandrix. You have grown soft, you claim to be a master of war! You all claim to be warriors of Shakar, and gladiators of the stars! Yet, all I see anymore? Are just men, just sad little creatures playing their games as every day the darkness of Oblivion comes closer and closer. So this war? This great battle you want? It is just going to be an execution! You actually think you can defeat me? I am Sinclair Godfrey, I am the Baroness of Donzig-gun, the blood of warrior kings runs in my veins, my family was bred for war! To rule! And you think I will just roll over for what? You?'
Sinclair laughed, and shook her head.
'Niko, je i dobët! Do të thyhesh nga duart e Mormos! Unë nuk do t'ju tregoj asnjë mëshirë! Unë do t'ju rrah në tokë, ju do të largoheni nga Outback i plagosur! E thyer! Një guaskë e asaj që jeni tani! Ky është urdhri i Kamxhikut!'
Mormo snarled, and the shovel dropped from his shoulder. Swinging in a short arc to tear a gouge in the ground, and he stared at the camera from behind the black skull mask. And Moloch slammed a hand into his shoulder, and then leaned forward before Sinclair spoke.
'Mormo says: Niko, you are weak! You will be broken at the hands of Mormo! I will show you no mercy! I will beat you into the earth, you will leave the Outback scarred! Broken! A shell of what you are now! This is the command of the Scourge!'
Moloch tightened his fingers around the chain, and he grabbed the camera as he started to snarl as well.
'Kono! Fundi juaj është këtu në pisllëkun e Australisë, unë do t'ju mbyt jetën! Fuqia jote nuk krahasohet me forcën e Molokut! Do t'ju mbaroj, do t'ju rrah gjakosur, do t'ju dërgoj në Komandriks copa-copa!'
Moloch growled again, and Mormo grabbed a strap on his tactical vest to drag him backwards with a few hard slaps to his back. The brutes of the Death Squad clearly in some sort of fury, and Sinclair smirked as she looked up from inspecting her nails as she leaned back.
'Moloch says: Kono! Your end is here in the dirt of Australia, I will choke the life from you! Your power is no match for the strength of Moloch! I will finish you, I will beat you bloody, I will send you to Commandrix in pieces!'
Sinclair kicked off the gravestone, and she stepped between the pair as a hand lifted to rest on Mormo's shoulder as she spoke.
'You see the Dark Stars maybe warriors, they might be soldiers, or gladiators. But Mormo? Moloch? The Oblivion Death Squad? They grew up in the mean streets of Albania, they spent every day of their lives fighting to survive, fighting for scraps to make it to another day. They are hard men from a hard land, and they are soldiers of a different war, Commandrix. A war in the streets, a war with no mercy, where every law, every code is a weakness that could you get you killed. And that is the kind of men that you think you and your Dark Stars will beat in the streets of some little Outback ghost town? These are the footsoldiers of Oblivion, these are the shock troops of Donzig-gun, they are the warriors of the War that Walks! And their every moment is spent in the service of the Scourge!'
Sinclair sneered.
'You think you are going to win this battle, Commandrix? You think you can beat me? That you can beat the fury of the Oblivion Death Squad? No, no, no. You see from Australia, to Japan, to Britain, to the New World! We run XHF, we are the Children of the Fall! And as this place slides into the Pit? We will be it's masters, and you think I will let some creature? Some crawling little alien trollop beat me? Me! Did the Witch's Hammer knock what few screws you had left loose? Did I knock you into full blown insanity?'
Sinclair scooped up her lantern, and she walked off through the old graveyard. The sandy dirt and old grass crunching beneath her boot heels as her long coat snapped behind her, and Mormo grabbed the camera man to shove him forward. His hand on his shoulder, and he growled something as Moloch pointed. The pair pushed him along after the Baroness, and they soon reached a row of freshly dug graves. Newly made headstones stood behind them, and they read:
Kono.
Niko.
Commandrix.
Beneath that: They died for Shakar.
Sinclair smirked, staring at the graves before she lifted the lantern again.
'I will miss you when this is over, Commandrix. But all good things must come to an end.'
The Lantern fell, and glass shattered as flames leapt and swirled in the darkness as smoke rose. The light went out soon enough, and night reclaimed the graveyard.
'Shihemi se shpejti!' growled a voice.
'Shihemi se shpejti!' snarled another.
'See you soon.' said the Baroness.
'Boshllëku ka pëshpëritur emrin tuaj dhe ne shërbëtorët e tij do t'ju dërgojmë në Errësirën e zbrazët!' snarled another voice.
And then a lantern was sat down on a worn stone jutting from the sandy earh, and it's dim glow revealed the cold pretty features of the woman known as the Baroness. She sniffed, shaking her hair back from her face as her eyes narrowed slightly. A gloved hand lifted, and the two hulking figures of the Oblivion Death Squad stepped forward into the light. Mormo had a shovel across his broad shoulder, and Moloch had a chain wrapped around his fist. Their masked faces stared at the camera, and Sinclair glanced around before she shrugged.
'Commandrix, Commandrix, Commandrix. You sent your beloved Terminatrix over to issue a challenge to war! And I promise you that despite your best efforts, despite your empty words I will once again leave you laying on the ground! I will once again leave you a broken and bloody heap, and this war? This little thing between you and I? It will be over as I leave you and your precious Dark Stars buried somewhere in the wastes of the Outback.'
Sinclair smirked, and she glanced around the old cemetary which seemed to be at the edge of some old crumbling Outback town. Her eyes narrowed, and she leaned against the worn stone before she continued.
'You see after I end this war, after I prove once and for all that I am the greatest woman in this company! That the Baroness has no rivals, because I am the Apprentice of the Scourge, I stand at the Right Hand of the Great Dark! I will take the Oblivion Death Squad, and I will do what you have failed to do time, and time, and time again! And that is I will take what is rightfully ours from those riffraff, the Bastards! And then the real war will begin because one by one the titles of the W:UK will fall into the hands of their rightful masters.'
A pause.
'Donzig-gun.'
Mormo growled, and he slammed his fist against his chest. Moloch nodded, hissing as he stepped closer to the camera. And Sinclair smirked, laughing that musical laugh of hers as she brushed her hair back.
'You see? Your boys? The Dark Stars? The former Kings of the North? They have grown soft, Commandrix. You have grown soft, you claim to be a master of war! You all claim to be warriors of Shakar, and gladiators of the stars! Yet, all I see anymore? Are just men, just sad little creatures playing their games as every day the darkness of Oblivion comes closer and closer. So this war? This great battle you want? It is just going to be an execution! You actually think you can defeat me? I am Sinclair Godfrey, I am the Baroness of Donzig-gun, the blood of warrior kings runs in my veins, my family was bred for war! To rule! And you think I will just roll over for what? You?'
Sinclair laughed, and shook her head.
'Niko, je i dobët! Do të thyhesh nga duart e Mormos! Unë nuk do t'ju tregoj asnjë mëshirë! Unë do t'ju rrah në tokë, ju do të largoheni nga Outback i plagosur! E thyer! Një guaskë e asaj që jeni tani! Ky është urdhri i Kamxhikut!'
Mormo snarled, and the shovel dropped from his shoulder. Swinging in a short arc to tear a gouge in the ground, and he stared at the camera from behind the black skull mask. And Moloch slammed a hand into his shoulder, and then leaned forward before Sinclair spoke.
'Mormo says: Niko, you are weak! You will be broken at the hands of Mormo! I will show you no mercy! I will beat you into the earth, you will leave the Outback scarred! Broken! A shell of what you are now! This is the command of the Scourge!'
Moloch tightened his fingers around the chain, and he grabbed the camera as he started to snarl as well.
'Kono! Fundi juaj është këtu në pisllëkun e Australisë, unë do t'ju mbyt jetën! Fuqia jote nuk krahasohet me forcën e Molokut! Do t'ju mbaroj, do t'ju rrah gjakosur, do t'ju dërgoj në Komandriks copa-copa!'
Moloch growled again, and Mormo grabbed a strap on his tactical vest to drag him backwards with a few hard slaps to his back. The brutes of the Death Squad clearly in some sort of fury, and Sinclair smirked as she looked up from inspecting her nails as she leaned back.
'Moloch says: Kono! Your end is here in the dirt of Australia, I will choke the life from you! Your power is no match for the strength of Moloch! I will finish you, I will beat you bloody, I will send you to Commandrix in pieces!'
Sinclair kicked off the gravestone, and she stepped between the pair as a hand lifted to rest on Mormo's shoulder as she spoke.
'You see the Dark Stars maybe warriors, they might be soldiers, or gladiators. But Mormo? Moloch? The Oblivion Death Squad? They grew up in the mean streets of Albania, they spent every day of their lives fighting to survive, fighting for scraps to make it to another day. They are hard men from a hard land, and they are soldiers of a different war, Commandrix. A war in the streets, a war with no mercy, where every law, every code is a weakness that could you get you killed. And that is the kind of men that you think you and your Dark Stars will beat in the streets of some little Outback ghost town? These are the footsoldiers of Oblivion, these are the shock troops of Donzig-gun, they are the warriors of the War that Walks! And their every moment is spent in the service of the Scourge!'
Sinclair sneered.
'You think you are going to win this battle, Commandrix? You think you can beat me? That you can beat the fury of the Oblivion Death Squad? No, no, no. You see from Australia, to Japan, to Britain, to the New World! We run XHF, we are the Children of the Fall! And as this place slides into the Pit? We will be it's masters, and you think I will let some creature? Some crawling little alien trollop beat me? Me! Did the Witch's Hammer knock what few screws you had left loose? Did I knock you into full blown insanity?'
Sinclair scooped up her lantern, and she walked off through the old graveyard. The sandy dirt and old grass crunching beneath her boot heels as her long coat snapped behind her, and Mormo grabbed the camera man to shove him forward. His hand on his shoulder, and he growled something as Moloch pointed. The pair pushed him along after the Baroness, and they soon reached a row of freshly dug graves. Newly made headstones stood behind them, and they read:
Kono.
Niko.
Commandrix.
Beneath that: They died for Shakar.
Sinclair smirked, staring at the graves before she lifted the lantern again.
'I will miss you when this is over, Commandrix. But all good things must come to an end.'
The Lantern fell, and glass shattered as flames leapt and swirled in the darkness as smoke rose. The light went out soon enough, and night reclaimed the graveyard.
'Shihemi se shpejti!' growled a voice.
'Shihemi se shpejti!' snarled another.
'See you soon.' said the Baroness.
